Friday, July 21, 2017

poem from poets united


 

laure-anne bosselaar, hatred quit screaming

blissful moments wear wigs

 sandals walk away loathe
dents draw and relapse proceed
broccoli crowns a breakfast
delightful day ahead
 
Whirligig 121 


THIS WEEK'S WORDS come from "The Pleasures of Hating" by Laure-Anne Bosselaar: hate, bliss, rapture, wig, lips, sandals, loathe, dents, draw, relapse, broccoli, delight 


 
I Wish I'd Written This  



 The Gentle Hum

I wonder,
Will it all click into place?
I feel it might.
I had a glimpse
That things could all come right.
I'd wake up
On a sunny, slightly roostered morn
And wouldn't realise at first;
The rightness would take time to dawn.
And gradually
the thing would start to gleam;
This worried life I'd had,
This awful world, this painful mess –
It was, in fact, a kind of dream.
The penny would just drop

Into my hand,
The penny that I'd lost so long ago,
And all the peace withheld and blocked from me
Would start to flow.
The gentle hum, the gold and silver light
Would all resume;
The fairies and the pixies,
The particles of dust
Caught in the sunlight in my room.
I'd pick up
Where I'd been so rudely interrupted;
I'd have it back again for keeps,
My dog, my brilliant grasp of life,
My backyard and my paddocks full of time,
The world all glad around me,
My rightful place,
My joyous leaps.

Michael Leunig

short story slam week 72,


short story slam week 72, july 20 to august 6, 2017 


 


Heat of the Moment [Friday My Town Shoot Out] 


  
Image result for july flowers 

july wind
dry sun is too lazy to cry
mosquito hides
anticipating summer rain